MTL - Raising Wolves-v2 Chapter 9

The warmth in the quilt quickly dissipated, and Lu Qing seemed to be wrapped in a piece of cold iron. He didn't sleep very well, and the next day was not very good all day, and he coughed constantly. , not suitable for lectures.

I simply put out the test questions for a few subjects, and came to a quiz in the classroom.

The ancient arithmetic was quite inconvenient. He simply integrated modern mathematics to teach Ning Juan, and the little emperor understood it quickly. He sat upright at the desk and wrote his dog crawling seriously.

During lunch, Chang Shun, who had disappeared all morning, appeared in the warm pavilion, and as soon as he came in, he said, "Your Majesty, the servants have inquired. In the morning, the King of Shu lost his temper in the mansion, but no one knows what happened."

Lu Qing was holding up the steamed cheese in front of him in amazement. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Oh? So no one else knows what he did?"

It's not surprising that if the matter of throwing an olive branch to the emperor's teacher in private, if it spreads out, not to mention what the officials in the capital will say, even Wei Herong will be vigilant.

No matter how stupid Ning Cong was, he knew it was best not to confront Wei Herong now.

Changshun didn't know what happened, but guessed that it was related to Lu Qingze: "It should be, it is said that the King of Shu was going to enter the palace, but when he received news, he reluctantly held it back."

Ning Wan's cornered light secretly glanced at Lu Qingze, watching him toss the bowl of cheese with a spoon, his eyes slipped absently over his fingertips, and he frowned at the sound: "Will you still be appetizing?"

Lu Qing tapped on the table with two fingers: "Your Majesty, concentrate on the exam, you still have a big question to write."

Ning Wan's face wrinkled, and he lowered his head with a sullen face to fill in the big question.

Changshun: "…"

"The servants don't dare," Chang Shun thought in a trance that he was dazzled, and blinked hard, "The servants heard that His Royal Highness Prince Jing is going to the capital this morning."

Lu Qing scooped two spoonfuls of cheese into his mouth, narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, and recalled it.

The branches and leaves of the descendants of Daqi's past dynasties were not very scattered, and too many died in the middle, and so did the children of Emperor Chong'an. Too few survived, and in the end, only Ning Juan was left.

Now the closest royal blood is the Shu Wang Ning Cong and Jing Wang Ning Jing.

Compared with Ning Cong, who is lustful and has a weak brain, King Jing's reputation is much better. If it wasn't for his biological mother who was just a lowly court lady, and Daqi respected the establishment of successor rather than virtuous people, Emperor Chong'an probably won't ascend to the throne so easily.

Seeing the little emperor frowning, his snow-white face was solemn, and Lu Qing gently knocked on the edge of the bowl with a spoon: "What are you worried about, Your Majesty?"

Ning Juan's brows tightened even more: "The two vassals return to the capital, and the situation in the capital is chaotic, you don't have to worry about it."

"What's there to worry about?" Lu Qing said slowly, "A pool of muddy waters in the capital is suitable for us to keep a low profile, and be the oriole in the back."

The King of Shu has traveled thousands of miles, and his ambitions for the throne are so obvious. How can King Jing, who seems to be indisputable and indifferent, really remain indifferent.

Wei Herong should have a headache for these two vassals now, and has no time to trouble him and the little emperor.

If you don't take advantage of this time to hurry up and do the whole thing, you will be sorry for Emperor Chong'an's ascension grace.

Whoever watched Emperor Chong'an died without saying a few words.

Lu Qing was calm, and Ning Wan's turmoil seemed to disappear. He nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly remembered something, he turned his head and asked, "Where was that person last night?"

Changshun lowered his head: "When I hit the fortieth board, I lost my temper."

Ning Juan hummed lightly.

Life in the palace is cheaper than grass, which he knew when he was five or six years old.

Seeing Ning Wan's indifferent attitude towards human life, Lu Qing stirred the cheese's fingertips.

He will teach the little emperor how to cherish the lives of others, but this is not the time to be benevolent.

"I'm done," Lu Qing put down the bowl and got up to collect the papers, "Your Majesty, let's have lunch first, I'll see how you answer."

While Lu Qing was grading the papers, the carriage of Prince Jing's mansion rumbled into the capital.

The middle-aged man in the carriage had a refined face, closed his eyes, and listened to the report of the person kneeling in front of him.

The subordinates have no details, and report the factors that have happened recently in the capital. At the end, he added: "By the way, on the palace road yesterday, the king of Shu stopped the emperor's grandfather halfway. He shook his face. Hearing the news from the palace, the emperor was so angry that he didn't fall asleep all night, and let that Master Lu stay in the palace to hide from the King of Shu."

Hearing this, Ning Jing only opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed with clarity and ridicule: "With the temperament of the fourth, the Master Lu must have been born well."

The subordinate said: "It is said that it is not bad, it is still the 24th year of Jian'an Jinshi and the first, last year's champion, because he offended the eunuch, was thrown into the water prison, woke up after nine deaths, sick and crooked, I will visit his mansion. The wind sounds, it seems that there is not a few days to live, and before the death of the former emperor, he ordered him to be the new emperor's master."

Ning Jing looked unpredictable: "Oh? Since he is the champion, he should teach the little majesty well."

"No," the subordinate shook his head, "The new emperor used to live in the cold palace, he was not educated, and his progress in writing was slow. He is still studying the Analects of Confucius."

Ning Jing looked slightly relaxed.

A sick seedling, plus a little idiot, is not a big threat.

The most important thing is the one in the cabinet. When dealing with Wei Herong, you have to be careful.

"My lord, where shall we go now?"

Ning Jing opened the curtains and looked in the direction of the imperial city, with a dark look in his eyes: "Enter the palace."

When King Jing entered the palace, he ran into the King of Shu, and the two came to see the little emperor together.

When Lu Qing remembered the words on the silk last night, he couldn't stop the goose bumps. Before the people came, he hid in the warm pavilion, but he was not worried that Ning Juan couldn't handle it.

Not to mention that in front of outsiders now, in the original work, when he was dormant in the early stage, Ning Juan disguised so that Wei Herong didn't notice much, and when he reacted, the little emperor was already able to stand up to him. He would kill him with a single blow, and directly copy Wei Herong's family.

There are threshold requirements for pretending to be stupid. It's too stupid to be too fake. It's too stupid to be noticed.

Ning Juan can grasp the proportions.

Ning Juan did not disappoint Lu Qingze.

Facing the cordial inquiries of the two uncles, he answered naively without being stupid, if he should not understand, he would not understand, and if he should be covered with news, he would be covered. There are no gaffes.

It seems that he is indeed a wild emperor who has not received any education and grew up in a cold palace.

Ning Cong never took the little emperor in his eyes, but he was worried about Ning Jing, and for a long time, his eyes couldn't help but start to flutter: "Your Majesty, didn't you leave Master Lu in the palace to give lectures, why don't you see anyone? ?"

Ning Jing laughed, and rolled his eyes without a trace by the gesture of lowering his head to drink tea.

here we go again.

When he mentioned this, Ning Wan's face was not very good-looking: "Taifu is not feeling well, take a rest."

Ning Cong's face was thick-skinned: "This minister and Mrs. Lu are like old friends at first sight. He is not in good health. This minister should go and have a look. Let's talk, this king will visit Mr. Lu."

Ning Juan said lukewarmly, "Thank you for your kindness, Uncle. It's just that the Imperial Physician instructed him not to disturb him when he is resting."

Thinking of the face I saw yesterday, it was as cold and cold as thin snow, and the corners of the eyes were still lit with charming tears...

Ning Cong was very itchy, smacking his tongue, but still refused to give up: "I heard that Master Lu's teaching is not very good, so let's do this, the minister recommends a few great scholars to Your Majesty, and Your Majesty will exchange Master Lu for..."

Ning Wan had the heart to kill, his chest was boiling, and his tone became completely cold: "Uncle Huang, Taifu Lu was personally pointed to me by the late emperor. If you have any objection, you might as well go to the late emperor and tell me."

As soon as these words came out, the whole house fell silent.

Sure enough, he was still a child, so he couldn't hold his breath.

Seeing Ning Cong's face instantly turned ugly, Ning Jing, who had seen enough excitement, laughed and said: "The King of Shu is just joking, why should His Majesty be angry. Fourth brother, His Majesty's nurse is eager to say something more serious, you are an elder, you should you do not mind."

Ning Cong stared at Ning Juan sullenly, smiling but not smiling: "Sixth brother is joking, how could this king care about a child?"

The atmosphere was so stiff, and naturally the chat could not go on, and Ning Cong and Ning Jing left the Qianqing Palace together again.

Ning Wan's anger did not diminish at all.

Not only was it because of Ning Cong's condescending contempt, he also unabashedly coveted the people around him and dared to offer an exchange!

An overwhelming sense of humiliation.

He is too weak now, has no power and no one at hand, and even Lu Qingze can't protect him well.

power.

Ning Juan clenched his fists tightly, grinding these two words between his teeth, his eyes darkened.

Lu Qing rested for a while, rubbed his eyes and walked into the warm pavilion. He saw the little emperor looking like he was about to explode with anger, and squinted his eyes: "What have I told you before? Not in color."

Ning Juan glanced at him: "But I'm just angry."

"If you are angry, take two deep breaths, press it once, and the feng shui will take turns. Go back and pay back ten times."

Ning Juan listened to him and took two deep breaths. The faint fragrance of plum and the smell of medicine rushed into the air, and the sullenness in his heart was relieved, but he was still depressed: "Can't you be emotional when you become an emperor?"

Seeing him calm down, Lu Qing couldn't help pinching the angry little face again, and said with a smile, "Of course it can, but it depends on who it is in front of. For example, in front of your husband and me, I want to laugh and think about it. You want to be coquettish and casual."

Ning Juan avoided his hand and sneered at these words: "I never act like a spoiled child."

This little brat has not even called a teacher until now.

Lu Qing shook his head secretly.

Find a chance to build some more trust.

At night, Lu Qing was invited into Ning Juan's bedroom.

There are charcoal basins in the four corners of the hall, which are warm and warm. The little emperor has changed into a white bedclothes, and sits on the bed, his calf swaying unconsciously. When he sees Lu Qing coming in, he raises his chin and gestures to Lu Qing to look at the shop. Arhat's couch with a thick mattress: "You sleep there."

The Luohan was lying under the window, and the window was firmly closed, and it was covered with a layer of paper, so it wouldn't let the wind out.

Although a little narrow, Lu Qing was thin and could not stretch out on the couch.

Judging from the little emperor's awkward character, this is because he was watching him cold in the bed last night and caring about him around the corner?

But judging from the vigilant temper of the little emperor, it is unlikely that he will be allowed to sleep in the same room with him, after all, he has not yet gained full trust.

unless…

Lu Qing got the answer: "Oh, no wonder you are so angry during the day, and Ning Cong is crazy again?"

Ning Lian hummed heavily: "Master Lu, Ning Cong really dares to take you away in the street."

There was a harassment last night, and he was worried that Lu Qingze would sleep alone.

And...it will be cold.

Ning Lan lowered her long eyelashes, not wanting to admit that she cared about Lu Qingze, climbed onto the bed, covered herself with the quilt and closed her eyes: "If you dare to grind your teeth and snort in your sleep, I will throw you out."

Fierce.

Lu Qing was amused: "The minister follows the order."

After all, it is the little emperor's nest, and the couch is more comfortable than the bed last night.

Lu Qing didn't rest well last night and was tired. Not long after he lay down, his consciousness was blurred.

In a daze, he didn't know how long he had slept, when Lu Qing suddenly heard a very subtle sound.

His body is weak and his sleep is shallow, but often when he wakes up, his body's response takes a few beats slowly. When he opens his eyes with difficulty, he sees a few dark shadows passing by the window.

Because he happened to be sleeping by the window, he found it.

Lu Qing's eyelids jumped and he realized something was wrong.

There are a bunch of warm pavilions in the Qianqing Palace, just to let the emperor change his residence frequently to prevent assassination.

Those people probed from room to room.

He didn't make a sound, glanced at the dark room, stooped and quietly got down on the couch, feeling the darkness to wake the little emperor, find a place to hide and call the guard.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved to the side of the bed, the latch was pried.

The moment the door latch was pried, Ning Juan had already opened his eyes vigilantly, but before he could move, he was suddenly picked up by someone. At the same time, screams came from outside, mixed with screams: "Assassin There are assassins!"

The assassin who found this room also found two people, and the sharp knife light came immediately!

Ning Juan's first reaction was not fear, but a peaceful thought: I'm about to be left behind again.

The concubine Jing, who had just been put into the cold palace, was actually with a maid, and watching him grow up, she had a very good relationship.

Later, when Jing Concubine died, there was no shelter, and the Queen's people came to the cold palace several times to make trouble, planning to kill the big one first, and then solve the little one.

The maid left him and went to another master.

He still remembers the look of guilt, heartlessness, timidity and fear in his eyes, so he doesn't want to recall too much, forcing himself to erase the impression.

Seeing that the friendship he grew up was still like this, he and Lu Qing had only known each other for more than a month. In the face of life and death, he would not be surprised if Lu Qing left him and fled by himself.

But the hand holding him showed no sign of loosening, and even tightened a little, deftly dodging the knife, escaping behind the screen, and kicking it hard.

The assassin was smashed by the fallen jade screen, and his movements inevitably slowed down. When he rushed up again, he suddenly screamed.

He was led to the side of the charcoal basin by Lu Qingze, who was familiar with the room. He stepped in without paying attention to his feet.

Lu Qing took the opportunity to shrink down and rushed to the door!

However, the outside was also chaotic, and it was not much safer than the inside. The moment they rushed out, they had been noticed.

"Listen," Lu Qingze's breath was a little chaotic, but his voice was still calm, and he spoke very fast, "You hide in the flowers, Jinyiwei will be there soon, and Zheng Yao, the commander of Jinyiwei, is trustworthy."

As soon as the words fell, the assassins in the house had already chased out, and the assassins in front also split the two palace servants and came with their knives!

Seeing that he was about to be attacked from the front and back, Chang Shun did not know where to hit and rushed out diagonally. He threw himself at the assassin behind him.

The assassin in front had already killed him, and the moment the snow-white cold blade slashed straight at the little emperor, Lu Qing suddenly turned to one side and blocked the knife.

The sharp pain that exploded in an instant made him tremble, his eyes suddenly turned black, and his hands were also relieved.

His consciousness was a little confused, and he completely forgot that he was looking for opportunities to increase his trust during the day, and he also forgot that he was an emperor in his arms, and all he could do was protect his students.

Is this second life in vain going to be explained?

This thought flashed through Lu Qingze's mind quickly, and there seemed to be some noise in his ears, someone was coming.

He was hugged by a pair of small hands, and those hands were neither light nor heavy, and his voice was sluggish but hurried: "Why?"

Guessing what he wanted to ask, Lu Qing curved the corners of his pale lips, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Because...you are my student."

Even if it wasn't for Ningjuan today, he wouldn't leave his students to escape.

Ning Juan was stunned in place, seeing Lu Qing closing his eyes in pain, his head suddenly buzzed: "Teacher...Teacher!"

The author has something to say:

Lu Qingze: Although I finally ran away.

Ning Juan: QAQ